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yoonbroom · 8 months

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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luciathcv · 8 days

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lullabies - jjk

summary: in which everyone is sleep deprived and jungkook helps with some lullabies || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship, parenthood au, dad!jungkook || word count: approximately 700

Your baby was constantly waking you and Jungkook up throughout the night with loud sobs, and this night was no different. You checked on her the first time, going into her room and making sure nothing was wrong and that she wasn't hungry or anything like that, and when she rejected you feeding her, you knew she wasn't. You then checked her diaper to make sure she was okay and she was, it was clean. You even did everything to make her crib as comfortable as possible while still making sure it was safe for her, and yet every once in a while, throughout the night, you were being woken up the sound of her cries.

After the first time, you stopped checking and waited for her to calm down, which after a few minutes, she always did, but it was constant throughout the night and you couldn't take it.

Your head pounded as you woke up for the nth time to the sound of your baby crying. You turned over, now facing the man who was spooning you from behind, to see that Jungkook was also awake now.

"Just try to ignore it, honey. Blair will be okay." Jungkook softly says in an obviously sleepy voice. We were both sleep deprived, but we expected this, and we'd just have to get through it.

I nodded as I shut my eyes and cuddled up to his chest, the both of us lying there for a few minutes as we listened to the sounds of our baby's cries.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I moved away from him and he opened his eyes, looking at me.

"I can't do this. She's crying for longer than usual." I said, which wasn't actually true, but it definitely felt longer than usual this time.

"Okay, I'll go check on her." Jungkook tells me.

"It's okay, I can-" I'm cut off.

"Baby, no. You checked on her last time, it's my turn. Lay down." He said as he pecked my forehead and got out of bed, walking out of the room.

A few minutes later, I could still hear my baby crying next door, but at least she wasn't crying as hard as before. Even though I knew Jungkook was there taking care of Blair, I couldn't help it. I got out of bed and made my way to Blair's room.

When I walked into the Blair's room, I saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the room with her in his arms, swaying back and forth slowly as he softly spoke to her. He looked over at me when I walked in the room, smiling a little at the sight of me.

"You just couldn't resist, could you?" Jungkook softly asked me with a smile and I nodded, walking over to him and putting my hand on Blair's arm, gently rubbing it.

Jungkook handed me Blair and I carefully took her in my arms. He led me to the little sofa and made me sit down. He then stood by Blair and I and started softly singing lullabies. I continued gently rocking her as we both listened to Jungkook singing. Jungkook's hand made his way up to my head as he started gently massaging my head with his hand.

Now, with his singing voice, me rocking Blair, and him massaging my head, along with just the lack of sleep in general; Blair and I were both getting sleepy.

Eventually, without even realizing Blair fell asleep and so did I also I continued to unconsciously rock her in my sleep. Jungkook noticed and he stopped massaging my head. He walked over to Blair and took her from me, gently placing her in the crib. He bent down and gave her forehead a little kiss before walking over to me and picking me up from the chair, carrying me out of the room and back into bed.

I didn't even realize what had happened until I woke up the next morning, tucked into bed, next to Jungkook, who was sleeping next to me. I checked the baby monitor on my nightstand and I saw that Blair was still asleep.

Parenthood is difficult, but it is worth it.

-- link to my masterlist

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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 months

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Can you please write a BTS reaction? They went out on a friendly dinner with their crush (it's friendly for their crush, not for them<3), but their crush had to babysit her nephew or niece (1-2 years old). So she brings them with her. How do you think they will react if they see her being all motherly and patient towards the babies?

BTS and babies are too cute and I am at the wrong point in my hormone cycle to be writing about this...

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I’m off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon

Completely and irrevocably enamoured with this small child and the way you are interacting with them. Honestly thought he couldn't love you any more than he already did and now he kinda just wants to bash his head off the table in hopes that the stupid part of his brain that won't let him confess will go away. This is a man who had thought he had written off having kids when the world fell apart a couple years ago but now he is sure he is ovulating like a woman.

Seokjin

Jin was a little annoyed at the prospect of babysitting because he likes to be the centre of attention, especially your attention. But he quickly finds that annoyance melting when the baby starts babbling and you start cooing back and now he kinda just wants you to talk to him like that.

Yoongi

Keeps having flashes of an apartment littered with baby toys and you sitting at the kitchen table feeding a baby that looks suspiciously like a mix of the two of you. Whenever you are preoccupied by the baby his mind wanders away to this fictitious apartment filled with your laughter. He spends a lot of time just watching you interact with the baby. You have to call him to snap back into the conversation more than once.

Hoseok

Spends more time making faces at the baby than he does looking at you to be honest. He insists you go to places that are kid-friendly. He is not particularly swayed by how great you are with children, he knew you would be, this isn't new information.

Jimin

Not overly fussed about the baby honestly, he wanted to talk to you because you don't have a lot of time together as it is but now you're distracted. Don't get me wrong, he thinks the baby is cute and he loves how caring you are, it's one of the reasons he loves you. Doesn't mean he isn't frustrated and a little pouty about this turn of events.

Taehyung

Has immediately taken the baby out of your arms, he doesn't see how you interact with them, he is too busy tickling and feeding them himself. You get to watch him play dad/uncle instead (He would be lying if he hadn't thought that it might sway your feelings to be a little more romantic for him). Mostly he is just enjoying the baby's company.

Jungkook

No, he isn't jealous of a baby... Well maybe a little bit but you can't blame him. He gets a little pouty to start with but when you excuse yourself to the bathroom and ask him to look after the baby, you come back to find him holding baby above his head and giggling. His nose is all scrunched up and he is smiling so wide that he will never beat those cutie patootie allegations. He spends the rest of the meal sighing dreamily as he watches you take care of the baby.

My ovaries nearly exploded picturing Jungkook playing with a baby, especially watching his arms flex as he lifted the baby and his tattoos and his little nose scrunch and... yeah... so thanks for that.

#bts fic #kpop fic #bts imagines #bts reactions #jungkook fic #namjoon fic #jimin fic #jin fic #taehyung fic #yoongi fic #hoseok fic #bts and baby #bts dad au

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pt2change · 22 days

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airplane mode on ; kim taehyung

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pairing: single dad! taehyung x reader

genre: taehyung is a girl dad :), just the typical “we’re on a flight and the attendants think we’re a couple” au

word count: 1,882

↣ bts masterlist

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it’s early morning when you first spot the blonde haired man while you’re waiting for your boarding group to be called. in fact, it’s wayyy too early, because this man is nodding off in his sleep.

he sits with one hand on his suitcase and the other loosely wrapped around his light brown backpack.

the little girl next to him, however, is completely awake. she’s running circles around the aisles of chairs in the boarding area. the little girl only stops when she has to maneuver her way through the other suitcases and the legs of the other awaiting passengers.

and with every step she makes, she mutters a soft “excuse me.” after the little girl makes her 5th lap around the waiting area, she stops to where the man is sitting, giving her attention to the planes rolling by.

she stands close to the window with wide eyes, she pushes her face and hands against the glass. and every time she moved her hands, it would leave behind a stain on the glass.

suddenly, the blonde haired man jerks his head up and looks around frantically. “nari!” he says, before sitting up when he realizes he lost sight of her, “nari!” he says once again, only louder.

you decide to lean forward slightly and wave your hand in front of you to hopefully get his attention. it ends up working, and his eyes meet yours, that’s when you point to the window behind him.

he turns back and sighs in relief, he rubs his eyes multiple times. “shit!” you hear him whisper, before he leans back and runs his hand through his hair.

he suddenly leans forward, and nods his head and smiles at you as a way of saying thank you.

you smile back, before turning your attention to your phone.

“come here, sweetie” you hear the man tell, who you can now assume, is his daughter. the little girl makes her way over to him, scrambling to sit on his lap.

“daddy, do you see the plane?” she says excitedly, pointing at the plane. “yeah, i see them.” he says turning his head back.

the little girl uses her two hands to bring her dad’s face back to face her own and squishes his cheeks together, “i want to get on the plane!”

“in a little bit.” he replies before reaching into the brown backpack, pulling out a sandwich bag filled with goldfish, “do you want a snack? or something to drink?”

“no! let’s go on the plane!” the little girl exclaims loudly, and the man nods his head, “i know you do. we will get on soon.”

you can’t help but smile to yourself, listening to their interaction. minutes go by, and you look up from your phone, only to see the dad dozing off again while the little girl squirms in his lap.

at this point, you feel bad for the blonde haired man. it’s obvious that he’s exhausted and needs to rest. it crosses your mind to go up to him and tell him that you’ll keep an eye on his daughter while you wait to board the plane.

before you could think on it, the flight attendants announce that the plan has now started boarding.

the little girl shrieks in excitement and begins to jump up and down while her dad swings the backpack over his shoulder, and grabs the suitcase and his daughter’s small hand.

“nari, calm down.” he says in a calm voice, “hey,” he says again as she stops jumping, “i want you to behave on the plane, okay?”

she nods in response, and he leans down to give her a kiss on her head. you watch as they make their way to get in line.

they announce family boarding first, and you watch as the father-daughter duo make their way over to get their tickets scanned. you can’t help but smile thinking about how cute and happy they are.

you wait for the boarding line to go down, before grabbing your own belongings and head over to board the plane.

your plane seat had been in the back, it was a middle seat between two elderly women. it also happened to be the seat behind the father and daughter you saw interacting earlier.

you stick your backpack underneath your seat and take your airpods out and put them on in hopes that it helps you stay calm.

you zone out during the safety talk and begin to doze off. however, it doesn’t last long because the engines roaring and the vibrations from take off keep you wide awake.

you take a deep sigh, and reach towards the small screen in front of you in hopes to find a decent movie or tv show. as your touching the screen, you notice a brown eye looking at you from between the seats in front of you.

you’re not entirely sure how nari got out from her seat where she was buckled, but there she was.

you take out one of your airpods, expecting to hear her dad tell her something but it seems like he’s asleep.

so you smile and wave at the little girl in front of you. you watch as the little girl’s smile gets bigger, then you notice she climbs onto the armrest and half her body is now over the top of the seat.

she sticks out her tiny hand, and you bring your hand up to hers, and her tiny hand wraps around your index finger. you shake your hand up and down, which causes her to giggle. you do it a few more times, and for some reason it excites her.

so much so, that she begins to climb over her dad, and looks like she wants to attempt to jump over the seats.

“no, be careful” you say to her, reaching out to nudge her back down.

just as you do, her dad wakes up and brings nari back to her seat. he turns around and faces you.

he look is so intense, and it turns your thoughts into stutters, “s-sorry, she was just trying to climb over” you tell him.

he nods in response and looks over to his daughter, “were you bothering her? hmm?”

it takes you a second to realize he’s talking to nari and not to you. nari looks at you and then back at her dad before shaking her head profusely.

“no? are you sure?” her dad asks her once more, but you lean forward “she really wasn’t.”

the dad faces you again and nods, giving you a smile before turning his attention back to his daughter.

you lean back and put one of your airpods away before opening your phone to switch to a different playlist.

out of the corner of your eye, you see the guy leaning down rummaging through the same brown bag you had seen earlier.

he’s mumbling to nari about something, but she’s gone back to looking at you through between the seats, and you smile back at her as you relax back into your seat.

“here you go, sweetie” the man says before handing her 2 relatively small bear plushies.

your attention is back onto your phone until you suddenly see a purple bear plushie squeeze between the two seats, and you giggle, “oh? is this for me?” leaning forward you grab the plushie from nari.

“oh my god nari” her dad says, and you see the side of his face, and you would think that he’s blushing from embarrassment.

you see nari’s head nod up and down, “thank you” you say as you smile towards her.

“can i get you guys anything?” you jump slightly, as the flight attendants gestures toward the cart she’s been pushing down the aisle.

“oh, i’ll take a water please” you say as she hands you the water. “and for your little girl? we have apple and orange j-”

“oh we’re not together-“ you say at the same time with nari’s dad, cutting off the flight attendant. “oh! oh my god, i’m so sorry.” the flight attendant responds, looking flustered, “i saw you guys playing together, and just assumed.”

you both laugh awkwardly, “don’t worry, it’s fine” you say, as you can feel your cheeks heating up.

now you’re the one blushing, and it feels embarrassing. and you’re stuck holding a plushie that at some point was definitely touched my toddler spit. so that’s nice.

nari’s dad clears his throat, “i’ll take an apple juice” the flight attendant nods and hands the apple juice before moving to the next row of people.

you fidget with the small plushie as you listen to how he explains to her to hold it correctly so it doesn’t spill all over her clothes.

“uh,” you start awkwardly, “do you want this back or?” you lean forward once again and wedge the bear in between their two seats. you aren’t sure if either one is listening because nari is drinking her apple juice and her dad is watching her.

after a few seconds, her dad speaks, “what do you think nari? is it a gift for her or do you want the bear back?” and you can hear a smile in his voice.

“gifts?!” nari exclaims excitedly, her dad lets out a quiet “oh no” and brings his hand to his face.

so it seems like nari zoned out and all she gathered from her father was the word ‘gifts.’

you chuckle, “yeah i wouldn’t bring up anything like that unless her birthday or christmas is coming up. i learned the hard way with my niece and nephew.”

her dad turns to face you, grabbing the plushie out from your grasp, and hands it back to nari. “yeah, well. it’s better than having to hear about-“ he pauses, gathering his thoughts, “the one in october where you get c-a-n-d-y. she wouldn’t stop asking about it everyday for weeks.”

you laugh softly, “my nephew was spider-man last year, and oh my god! he asked to put the outfit on everyday. it went through so many washer loads and-”

“sorry,” the woman next to nari and her dad cuts in, removing her headphones, “do you guys want to sit together or something? because i‘d be more than glad to switch seats. no one wants to split up a family, especially when they’re traveling.”

you blink profusely at the woman, before looking over at nari’s dad, who’s having the same reaction you are. “yes, please” he says.

i mean, it’s probably easier to switch than having to explain your situation again.

the woman stands up with her tote bag from her seat, and you swiftly move over to the row in front of you, taking the aisle seat. as you settle in, your arm is brushed against the arm of nari’s dad.

he leans over to you, and you can feel his breath against your neck, and you can definitely feel your cheeks heating up, “i’m taehyung, okay? you know, in case they ask for our marriage license.”

you laugh and feel your heart rate rising instantly with how close he is, “i’m y/n.” and taehyung smiles in response.

“y/n!” nari exclaims, and she starts shaking the teddy bear plushies in her hands.

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yeh-kaali-kaali-ankhein · 1 year

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sea-moon-star · 10 months

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Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Maknae Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS maknae line x f!reader, jimin x dancer!oc, taehyung x psychologist!oc, jungkook x idol!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 3.5k words (1k ish each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan’s life where they’re all living next to each other in a privately owned township that’s just outside Seoul, it’s close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they’ve become global legends after the end of their most successful re-union, comeback and world tour in 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo and group endeavors, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they’re nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase!

A/N: The one where all my ocs are named after flowers hence the header! Hyung line to follow soon, more parts too. Spot the cameo by Astro's Eunwoo & 97 liners. Ready, set & begin 🌷🌺🌹🌻🌼💐🌸

Jeon Jungkook x Lee Hae-rin🌷:

Jungkook and his wife had already had a baby conversation before they were married, one where they’d both decided they were more than happy being pet parents- Jungkookie with his dog named Bam and Hae-rin with her cat named Haru. Although they were opposites called Night & Day, the Doberman had learnt to get along with house cat since they had been introduced back when she was a kitten. And this gave them the chance to have company at home while the other was busy with their career, their schedules often clashing as two idols at the peak of their stardom. Though Jungkook had the security of having a group and hence, could take more time off, unlike Hae-rin for whom being a solo artist meant she had no stand by to rely on. And yet by some miracle, today they had both taken time off work to attend a dear friend’s baby shower.

Fellow 97’ liner, Eun-woo, the host of the event had taken a moment away to greet Jungkook while Hae-rin congratulated his wife. “Are you sure, you can’t stay for longer? It’s so rare that we get to see the both of you together and spend time. Once the baby comes, it’ll be much harder, why don’t you stay, Jungkook-ah?” Eunwoo tried to persuade Jungkook but he just shrugged his shoulders with a defeated sigh & replied back, “You know I’m really happy for the both of you, right? I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to… I just need to go…” “But why, Jungkook-ah? You’re always the most excited one at all our baby showers, be it for Mingyu, Jaehyun, Bambam, so what’s wrong today? I can see it on your face that something is really bothering you. Tell me, friend. You know I’m here for you…” Eunwoo reassured Jungkook, a hand on his shoulder as his friend broke down at his touch & replied, I won’t lie to you, it just hurts too much to be here. And that’s why I need to go… I can’t see any more of these baby showers, knowing that I’ll never host one of them myself. And it’s worse today because she’s here and I’m scared she’ll see through me, that I’ll ruin this for both of us because I’m the selfish one that wants kids when we decided we wouldn’t have any.”

“You made that decision years ago, why don’t you speak to her once again? She’s so good with the kids, whether the 97’ liners or Bangtans, maybe she’s changed her mind?” Eunwoo offered hopefully but Jungkook pursed his lips as he said, “It’s not that she doesn’t like kids, we both do. But it’s one thing for us to enjoy with our nieces and nephews, it’s another to actually have children. And for all the women around us, it was easier for them to have children, it’s different for her. They aren’t celebrities in their own right, they have ordinary lives and jobs that allow them to do both side by side. And your wife, even though she’s from the industry- she’s an actress who’s allowed to take a maternity break and get back. The roles might be different but the fame remains untouched, the success does too. But it’s not the same for an idol, our careers are short spanned as it is and this is akin to self-sabotage. Stamina, reputation, fan following, everything takes a hit and I couldn’t do that to her, not while BTS continues to thrive. I can’t pull the plug on her career, that’s the most self-serving and sexist thing I’ll ever do and I refuse to be that man.”

“And what about husbands that hide things from their partner and mislead them? That doesn’t make you a misogynist, Nampyeon?” A voice said from behind and Jungkook almost dropped the glass he was holding in his hand, as he saw his wife standing there, having heard their conversation. Eunwoo slipped away, after a quick pat on Jungkook’s back, wishing him luck as he gave the couple privacy to discuss what had just gone down.

“Who were you to decide what I should do? Whether I choose my career or my family life, it’s my choice to make. Not yours! Why have you never once told me this? I thought you genuinely didn’t want kids, so I never brought it up. Sure, I’m indifferent about being a mom, I wouldn’t mind either ways. But I’m not indifferent to you! If this is part of your dream, then why would you just let it go? You’ve let me put my dreams first, since day one. You welcomed me into Hybe as my sunbae, you recommended my debut song to armys and catapulted me to success, you stood by and watched as I ranked #1, won awards and went on world tours, you even pushed our marriage so it wouldn’t affect my prime. And you think I wouldn’t want to do the same for you? Give me the chance to do for you, what you did for me, love. Please?” She implored him to listen as he asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it, it’s not just your career, it’s your body, things won’t be the same again… you’re doing the heavy lifting, it’s not me…” “You think I’d ever regret creating something that’s a sign of our love? To bring a child that’s part you into the world, that’s the easiest idea to get on board with. How could I ever not love someone who is a mini you?” She said with a wide smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes, and he broke into a grin, “You make a good point but truth be told, I’ll be rooting for our child to be a reflection of you.”🌷

Kim Taehyung x Ahn Nari🌺:

There was no deciding about when to have a kid, with Taehyung and his wife. She’d been writing a baby diary filled with poetry, letters, life lessons & more since she was 18, he’d been craving wanting to be a dad ever since he’d grown up raising his younger siblings. With them, they’d just left it up to faith, they just wanted to be pregnant, they’d be preparing all their lives and the when didn’t matter. Everything had been blissful after their marriage, until the day when Taehyung came home to find his wife curled up on the sofa, crying her eyes out. He rushed to her side, his heart constricting in his chest as he felt her heaving sobs and tried to contain her grief in his arms. He wasn’t sure of what to do to help her feel better, being a therapist- comforting others & helping them through their emotions was more her department than his. In fact he couldn’t remember the number of times, she’d motivated, validated & held space for him.

Still, he knew what words couldn’t say, his actions would so he hugged her tighter as he whispered, “Yeobo, what’s wrong? I’m here, whatever it is. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Just please, look at me…”. Despite his pleas, she couldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze trained at the piece of paper on the coffee table of him. It was stained with her tears but he picked it up, he saw it was a medical report from a local fertility clinic. It had been barely a year into their marriage but they knew something was amiss when they still couldn’t get a positive test. Though his way of coping had been to deny it all along and bury himself into work, clearly she’d had enough and decided to go looking for answers.

“They… they said… I would never… be.. a mot…” She tried to whisper but he cut her off, “No, don’t say that. They’re lying, they’re just being insensitive and stupid. You will be a mother, I promise. They don’t know shit, they’re just a small suburban clinic, I’ll take you to the best doctors, to the biggest super specialty clinics, adoption centers, we can go abroad, whatever it takes okay? We can do whatever we want, the options are endless.” She shook her head and stepped back from his embrace, the fury and hurt painting her expression as she cried out, “It’s hard enough to adopt ONE child, you always wanted our kids to have siblings, you wanted 5 children!? And we wanted a child before we were even married, how long are we going to wait? Do you know how long medical procedures take? It could be YEARS because we even have a child, are you really going to be able to wait that long? Can I? I wanted to be young, I’ve seen what happens when there’s a huge generational gap between kids and their parents, I never wanted this… it’s the one thing we’ve always pined for… and I’m going to break that dream for both of us.”

He cupped her face in her palms, forcing her to make eye contact with him, “Y/N! Stop. I won’t allow this. As long as you and I are together, the dream is alive. We’ve made the impossible come true before, we can do it again. You were a preemie kid who wasn’t going to survive but you did! Bangtan defied the odds with our success. We’re fighters, we don’t give up, okay? We’ll find a way, we always do, love. Why wait? I’ll make an appointment tomorrow and this time, no doing it alone, I’m coming with you. I’ll take the tests, I’ll be there for your follow ups, whatever it takes, we’re in this together. What do I always say, huh?” “Teamwork… makes the dream work.” She replied gingerly, her voice getting stronger with every syllable as he gave her a kiss on the forehead and felt the tension exit her body with his gesture. 🌺

Park Jimin x Song Jang-mi🌹:

Park Jimin was the only Bangtan member to already have 2 kids, his childhood sweetheart turned wife from his dance school had given him two daughters. It was obvious to anyone that he loved them more than life itself- that’s why their names were Ae-Cha, which meant loving daughter and Mi-Cha, which meant beautiful daughter. He had the biggest smile on his face when he came home from work to watch both his daughters, aged 5 & 3- sit together at the dining table playing, having a fake tea party with their dolls. They were so engrossed with the pretend play that they didn’t even notice that their dad had come back home. But even though part of him wanted to swoop them up into his arms, he held himself back, watching in admiration while leaning against the door frame of the living room.

He was joined by his wife who slipped her hand, across his waist and leaned closer & whispered, “Can you believe we actually made it past the terrible twos & threes? I can’t believe they’re our girls? That the same kids who once turned the house upside down are now both sitting quietly, the house is clean, I actually had time to have a cuppa without being interrupted, it’s surreal!” “Yes, that’s why I dare not disturb them. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, they’re really grown up, huh? Where did the time go? It feels like yesterday that we got married & here we are already… At this rate, they’ll be in college soon & I’ll have to walk them down the aisle!?” He said incredulously, while she responded, “You’re forgetting the hormone crazy teenage phase, where they’ll hate everything we say & do, rebel & go out at night, you’re gonna have to give them a talk about safe sex, & not murder any boy they decide to bring home. I’d pay good money to see that!” She chuckled as he glared at her, as she relunctantly stifled her laughter.

“Stop it, you mean woman! I’m not even slightly ready to go there, not even in my mind. And you might hit me for saying this but… I actually miss the chaos? I miss tripping over legos, wearing mis-matched shoes, having spit-up on my clothes, knowing that they’re tiny enough to be safe in their cribs or even better, inside you.” He sighed & told her as she agreed, “Yeah, you’re right, I actually miss the time, it felt like everything was slower when they’re not born yet, almost like you can control how fast they grow up. 9 months of time, where it’s just us & nothing & no one can get in the way of that.” “If you didn’t hit me then, you’re definitely going to hit me now but I’ll take my chances… would you, consider doing it all again? Having one more kid? I don’t think I’m ready to let go of them being babies just yet.” He softly muttered as her eyes widened in surprise at the proposition. “I’m not going to hit you, trust me. In fact, I think you’re right. That must be why I haven’t been able to part with any of their baby supplies, I’ve held onto them- they’re still in the attic, you know? Even though I was supposed to give it away to charity ages ago. As much as I want to jump right into this, are you certain we can do it? 3 kids is a lot. What if we bite off more than we can chew?” She asked, a hint of anxiety in her tone as he pulled her closer to him & said firmly, “We’re a power couple, we’ve always been. With you, nothing is too much trouble. I have full faith in us, jagiya.” 🌹

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

#bts pregnancy #bts dad au #bts maknae line #bangtan #bts #bts series #astro eunwoo #bts x reader #taehyung #jimin #jungkook #festa 2023

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Fruits of my labour // ch2

“Are you really my appa?” Hyungsik asks excitedly, walking along with the man who had just collected him from his friend's house.

“I am son,” the man dressed in all black smiles at his son’s excitement.

“Wait! What about eomma?” Hyungsik asks as he tugs on the long black trench coat made of soft material.

“Eomma said we should spend some time together, just us. You ok with that buddy?”

Hyungsik hums and makes that face, the face he always makes when he’s in thought.

“Can we get some chicken? I always love the chicken eomma makes.” The young boy asks curiously.

“We can do whatever you want son.” Taehyung hums.

“Ohh can we go to the toy store then? I’ve only been to one once. I want to see all the toys, I don’t have many but I like to look at them.” Hyungsik exclaims happily.

“Of course, shall we go to the toy store first? That way you can play with your new toys while we wait for our food.” Taehyung suggests, prying Hyungsik’s small fingers off of his coat.

Instead he wraps his larger hands around Hyungsik's smaller ones.

“Wait appa, you don’t have to buy me anything. I’m okay with just going to look.” Hyungsik tries desperately to explain.

Taehyung ignores him.

“Nonsense, we’ll go to the biggest store I know, how does that sound? My son deserves to be spoiled.” Taehyung leans down and kisses his son's cheek.

“Appa.” Hyungsik blushes, happy to be there, with his dad.

“Ahhh!” Hyungsik shrieks but that slowly turns into laughter as Taehyung pulls him up into his arms.

“No son of mine should have to walk in such old uncomfortable shoes. Come we will get you some shoes as well.”

“Thank you appa but please don’t waste your money on me. Eomma says we always have to be responsible with money because we don’t have a lot.” Taehyung listens thoughtfully to his son.

“It’s ok son, I have more money then your mother. What’s the point if I don’t spoil my angel a little bit?”

“Ok, does that mean I get to pick?”

“Yes, my son can pick his own shoes.” Taehyung pinches his son's cheek. Hyungsik looks away, giggling happily. Taehyung gazed at his son, happiness overcomes him, happiness mixed with a fiery anger.

‘How dare she keep him away from me for so long?’

“What do you mean?! He doesn’t have a dad! I don’t even know who his dad is!” Your throat was raw from shouting at the woman standing in front of you.

“Please don’t shout in front of my son on his birthday.” The woman, Mrs Park quips.

“That’s really what’s important to you right now!? My son is missing!” Tears fall down your cheeks, your breathing harsh, your mind fading into a questioning haze.

What if you never found him again?

Who took him?

What are they doing to him?

You needed your baby back.

“Ma’am please calm down, come sit here.” A gentle voice and an accompanying hand leads you to the nearby couch.

“Can you tell me all that you remember from today ma’am? don’t spare a single detail.” The police officer orders, pulling out his notepad.

“Well we had breakfast, got dressed and then came here, we weren’t allowed in as we were told there was going to be too many people but Hyungsik was as he’s one of Jaesung’s best friends, we went to get ice cream at a nearby park and waited until it was time to come collect Hyungsik. That’s when I received a message from Mrs Park telling me she let my son go with some stranger.”

“Maam we’ll do everything we can to find him ok? But you really need to breathe now.” You nod rapidly at the officer's words but you can’t seem to bring yourself to calm down your breathing.

“Mrs Park, what does the man look like?” Another officer at the scene asks,

“Like a model, all I can tell you is he was wearing all black, his hair was black and he had eyes that could make you want to rip your clothes off in a second.” Mrs Park smiles, but it’s bitter and more like a sneer.

You couldn’t control yourself, you scream, a bloodcurdling and pained scream.

“Eomma, will he be ok? Will Hyung be ok?” Douhyun asks, his voice soft trying to remain calm, but everyone in the room could hear the tremble in his voice.

“What the hell are you doing!? Mrs park, you let him go off with some stranger!?” Yerum shouts, red in the face, but the teenager was equally as terrifying as if it were a police officer or a low level mob boss shouting.

“Kid you really need to calm down,” a third police officer approaches and tries to place his hands on Yerum’s shoulders in an attempt to calm his breathing. Yerum’s elbows fly back, landing on the officer's stomach.

The officer trips backwards a groan leaving his lips as his hands clasp where he had been struck.

Yerum didn’t seem to notice as he was still busy shouting at Mrs Park, who had also started shaking slightly, her eyes that were once dry as a bone were now tearing up.

“You better start crying you bitch,” Yerum spits the vilest insults and you can’t seem to do anything other than sit there and listen.

“My brother could be walking towards his death because of you so whatever you remember you better spit it out and do it with some decorum.” Yerum stutters on the last word as if he’s struggling to pronounce it, it slightly undercuts his menacing tone.

Mrs Park nods before glancing around at the room, she sees you have calmed down slightly but your chest was still moving rapidly. Her son Jaesung was sitting solemnly next to Douhyun who was crying buckets, they wanted their best friend back. And Yerum, as Mrs Park comes to make eye contact with Yerum, the officer he had knocked down had gotten back up and was watching the situation closely.

“I’ll start from the beginning.”

#yandere bts #yandere au #Kim Taehyung #dad BTS #dad Taehyung

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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - finale

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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It was somewhat eerie walking through the empty corridors. Past lockers and the big glass facade. If she remembered correctly she had to go all the way to the end. After taking a glance on her phone display to confirm she wasn't too early - in fact, she was quite in time - she quickened her pace and eventually came to an halt outside room 505. Muffled voices and some bum notes being heard from inside. With an exhausted sigh from the long walk, she propped her back against the wall next to the door. It wasn't even that warm outside, but walking twenty minutes in the sun were enough to warm her up enough to the point she was almost sweating.

Her brown irises wandered to the glass facade then. Leaves were dancing in the subtle spring breeze. It was a nice day indeed. Thankfully. The past weeks, or rather months, had been dreadfully grey and depressing after all.

Suddenly another thought crossed her mind. Perhaps waiting for him inside the building had been a bad idea after all. Maybe she should've rather waited outside for him. Before she could even make a move to leave though, the bell rang loudly above her. Shifting, voices and steps rising inside. Coming closer when the door was pushed open with a swift move, almost hitting her as she was standing right behind it.

Teenagers were rushing out, not noticing her as they all seemed in a hurry to finally leave. It was most likely their last class of the day as well and obviously they didn't want to stay in the building longer than necessary. Especially since it was friday.

Some were carrying smaller, some bigger instrument cases and Cassandra couldn't help but remember the torture that it had been to carry her cello home back in middle school, when there wasn't her or her friend's dad to drive her home. She shuddered at that memory.When it seemed that no one else was coming out and that all pupils had left, she came forth and opened the door carefully again. Seeing Taehyung's tall figure standing at the piano on the auditorium's small stage. He was gathering some sheets and hadn't noticed her entering, his broad back facing her.

"Ready?" she smirked as the door closed behind her with a thud. Startling him a little and he looked over his shoulder, taking a quick look at her. A smile tucking in the corner of his lips when seeing her standing there in her plaid coat and beret, going back to organising his sheets then.

"Just a minute."

"Hm, alright." She walked closer to the stage. Hands folded behind her back as she tilted her head at him. "What you doing?"

"Just collecting the musical sheets from today's class," he explained while stuffing the small pile into his briefcase. Cassandra pursed her lips and sat down at the edge of the stage. Bending her legs, she swang around and got up on it, walking up to him at the piano. She peaked from behind him, reading the notes in his hands. "'Chanson Triste" by Tchaikovsky' -oh, I like Tchaikovsky!"

Her sudden exclaimation made him chuckle. "I know.."

"What does that mean?"

"Huh. What?"

"This here." She pointed at the words beneath the title. "'Allegro non troppo' - it's italian, but what does it mean?"

"It basically means 'fast, but not too fast'. It's a term used to tell the piece's tempo. So you know how fast you should play it."

She hummed and went beside him, snorting then. "'Fast but not too fast' is quite a vague definition though.. How do you know if it's too fast or not?"

"That's why metronoms exist," he explained with a smirk to which her lips shaped an understanding 'o'. Watching him grabbing his violin case that was leaned against the piano. "They give the tempo and we just follow."

"I see.."

"Anyway, I'm ready. Let's g-"

"No, wait," she cut him off. Now standing between him and the piano with steady eyes and a smile. His brow arched and he was about to ask when her lips parted. "Tae, say.." Her voice was soft as her eyes shyly looked away. That innocent look on her face. He knew it too well. She wanted something.

He watched her taking a step back then, her thighs pressing down some piano keys, creating an unpleasant sound. "Would you play it for me? That piece?"

"Cas, no," he chuckled, "We're gonna be late. Let's pick up the girls and -"

"Please."He wanted to groan and object but then again, they still had some time until meeting the others. And it wasn't even like they knew the reason they were gathering anyway. Yoongi had just asked them in their groupchat to come to this restaurant. Soyeon wouldn't tell them the reason either when asked, leaving everyone confused and curious. Although Namjoon had speculated it could be about Yoongi's birthday a few days ago and since no one could come up with a better reason, they had agreed that must be the occasion.

"Pretty please. Only once," Cassandra continued her plead as she didn't get any reaction out of his straight face. Even adding a cute pout when her index finger began slowly sliding up his firm chest. "It's not like I often get the chance to hear you play live." Her hand eventually flattening on it, travelling further up. Her touch making him internally gulp as he subconsciously leaned into it more. His brown eyes following her every move, softening. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she brought him closer to her them. Giving him a sly smirk. "Don't pretend you wouldn't like showing off your skills to me," she whispered. Taehyung couldn't help but bite back a laugh at her. She got a point after all.

A deep sigh escaped his lips then and he dramatically rolled his eyes. He knew it wasn't that big of a deal, it was a rather short piece after all. However, whenever he was near an instrument she'd always request him to play her something. Getting all excited like a little child. And maybe he liked teasing her a little about it. "Fine. But only once. No encore."

She nodded vigorously and pecked his lips. Grinning satisfied then. He stepped away from her embrace to grab his violin out of the case. Attuning it before positioning the instrument between his shoulder and cheek. Placing the bow on the strings while the fingers of his other hand pressed on the fingerboard. Cassandra loved watching him play one of his instruments. It was a rare sight as he mostly only played them in school, not wanting to disturb their neighbours. Hence why she had been so persistent.

She took a seat on the piano stool then, waiting for him to begin. However, he was hesitating stroking the bow. Peeking at her with a faint smile. "You know, I always get so nervous playing in front of you," he admitted, chuckling quietly. Taking her by surprise. She was about to object, arguing what nonsense that was, before pressing her lips together. Forming a straight line for a moment. "It's okay. I.. I'm always quite flustered when you watch me draw as well."

He blinked, his face turning into a small frown. "I didn't know you didn't like it. You should've told me. I like your drawings, that's why-"

"No, no," she shook her head with a smile, "It's okay really. The fact you like my drawings feeds my ego." She laughed then, causing him to laugh in relief as well. "I just wanted to say, I get it , okay? So just ignore my presence."

Ignore your presence.. he laughed to himself while repositioning the bow on the strings. How, when you look at me like that? And she observed him beginning to stroke the violin's delicate strings. Playing the first notes of the composition.

And she watched quietly in awe, enjoying her own little private concert.

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"Ah, I'm so full now. I can't walk," Jimin contently sighed and patted his belly over his thick puffer coat. Adding in a whiny tone, "I think I ate too much. The buttons are barely holding. I can feel it." The cold almost-spring wind of the night hitting his cheek as he held the door open for them to follow.

Namjoon exhaled, chuckling. "Same here. I shouldn't have eaten so much."

"The food was really delicious though. Can't believe I ate so much."

"It was just once anyway. It's alright, when do we ever eat this much?" the older guy tried to reason. Making himself feel better as well.

"You sure it's not just the drinks you've had," Taehyung mumbled teasingly, earning a shrug from his friends.

"Perhaps both, but it's okay! There was reason to celebrate after all."

"Yeah, who would've thought," Namjoon nodded and unintentionally got in the front of the line as they made their way to the parking behing the restaurant building. Leading them with big steps.

"Wasn't it expected though?" Jimin intervened, "At least I saw it coming."

Taehyung huffed at his confidence. "As if, don't pretend. None of us did."

"I.. I kinda did.." They briefly turned to Cassandra behind them who was struggling keeping pace with them. "I mean, it was rather a feeling."

"Soyeon told you, didn't she? I bet she couldn't contain her excitement after all."

She quickly shook her head though. "No, she didn't! I swear," she said sternly, shoving her freezing hands deeper into her coat's pockets. "It was simply a feeling. Call it my sixth sense," she smirked then to what Jimin simply laughed out. Remaining sceptical, although she was telling the truth.

She indeed hadn't known about Yoongi spontaneously proposing to Soyeon on his birthday. And yet, it hadn't come as a surprise to her. "They're quite a long time together," Namjoon nodded then, "So perhaps you're right, Cas. We should've seen it coming."

"It's only four years though," Jimin said then, "I know people who're dating even longer and are still not enganged."

"True, my friend and her boyfriend are together since high school and still not married. But they're planning to," she agreed, "Then again, others are dating only for a year and get engaged. It simply depends."

"Yeah," Jimin breathed, arching a brow at Taehyung who had become awfully quiet in their little discussion, "Some get married after a year and others don't even have the guts to propose after three." Taehyung's eyes, which were glued to the asphalt, widened at this last statement. Contrary to the others, getting the hint and so he furrowed his brows at Jimin who was simply giving him a wide, devilish grin. Both of them not realising their steps becoming slower during their little stare-off. Leaving Namjoon and Cassandra continue walking alone towards the cars. Not noticing their absence as she started complaining about the tall guy soon obtaining his driver's licence as well, leaving her to be the only one in the whole group without one. To which Namjoon simply laughed and apologised, before his phone dropped from his pocket and they searched for it in the shadows."So.. did you buy it?" Jimin inquired with a curious look. "I mean the ring, if you didn't get it."

Taehyung clicked his tongue, his eyes shooting him an annoyed glance. "I know what you mean," he quietly snapped then, afraid she might overhear anything, "And yes, I did."

"The blue one?"

"Yes."

Jimin frowned puzzled. "Why blue though?"

"Because.." His gaze wandered to Cassandra who was leant against their car and laughing at something Namjoon had told her. "Because blue is her colour. And sapphires are much rarer than diamonds anyway. Did you know? Diamonds are actually quite common." And he wouldn't have beared buying her something clear and common. "Besides, it does have diamonds on it. They're just smaller around it."

Jimin hummed before breaking into a wide smile. "You know her better than I do, so if you think she'll like it, it was surely the right one to get." He patted his shoulder quite violently then, causing Taehyung to flinch. "So now all that remains is you to finally pop the question."

"We'll see.."

"What do you mean 'we'll see'?" Jimin repeated confused, using air quotes, "You'll obviously do it. You love her after all."

"Of course I do," Taehyung said, his tone annoyed. "It's just that.." The coldness of the night made his lips dry and he had to lick over them several times. His glance fell on the ground eventually and his voice became deeper. "What if she doesn't -"

"Seriously?" his friend groaned. Loud enough to also catch the other two's attention for a moment before they went back to discussing an artist Cassandra had recommended Namjoon. "Are you serious now?" Jimin said then in a more hushed tone. "Just ask her the damn question. I'll guarantee you she'll accept."

"Very h-"

Before Taehyung could even retort anything sarcastic, Jimin interrupted him by turning around and waving him off. Already getting tired by this conversation. "Just call it a sixth sense," he chuckled then and walked towards the others who were still preoccupied by their little art talk. Leaving Taehyung back, dumbfounded.

"Finally, what did you guys have to discuss all of the sudden?" Namjoon curiously asked when noticing Jimin standing beside them. Watching him simply shrug. "Nothing too important," he lied and looked over his shoulder. Seeing Taehyung approaching them.

"Are you sure you don't want us to drive you home," Cassandra asked then. Pushing herself off the car. "We're bringing Joon home after all. It wouldn't be a problem."

"Nah, it's fine," he smiled and propped his elbow on her shoulder, "I already asked Hobi. He's driving Jungkookie home and it's closer to mine than Namjoonie's. I don't want you guys making a detour for me."

She hummed, understanding. "Where are Hobi and Kookie anyway?"

"Pretty sure they'll come any minute. They just wanted to go to the restroom and bid the others goodbye." And indeed, their sillhouettes appeared around the corner just as Jimin had answered her question. Jimin wished them goodnight before rushing to them. Taehyung exhaling in relief when watching him doing so, fishing out his keys then to unlock the car. Cassandra and Namjoon immediately getting inside the warm vehicle. He was about to follow when he noticed one of his shoelaces being untied. So he stopped in his tracks to kneel down and tie it. The sound of the car door opening again breaking the silence then.

"Tae?" Cassandra called out, soon appearing in front of him. She had been wondering where he had disappeared to, not having noticed him down there. "Tae? Whe-" She cut herself off when spotting him kneeling. "What are you-" Her brows rose and she froze for a moment until she watched him stand up straight again. "What?" he asked with furrowed brows. Smoothing out the streaks of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.

"Oh.. n-nothing," she quickly said, flustered. Feeling her cheeks getting a darker shade of pink as she tucked a curl behind her ear. "It's cold. Get in so we can go home."

Taehyung continued frowning though, ignoring the night breeze tousling their hair. Getting suspicious of her voice's tone and the way her warm eyes would avoid his. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Just get in, okay?" However, he slowly began to put one and one together. Chuckling amused. "Did you think I'd -"

"Shut up!" she whined embarrassed. Causing his chuckle to grow louder.

"I wouldn't have done it like that, dummy," he grinned then, seeing her lips parting. Seemingly taken aback by what he was possibly implying. And he could swear there was a smile ghosting over her lips a moment later. "G-good to know," she eventually nodded and quickly opened the car door to climb back in. Feeling her cheeks burning by now despite the coldness outside.

And Taehyung's grin turned into a soft smile.

Perhaps Jimin's sixth sense was right after all.

THE END

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writersrealmbts · 1 year

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Not In Love: Habitual Provision

Description: Part 2 of Not In Love. You’re helping Tae and Yoongi house-hunt, which is a very difficult thing. Especially with five kids and a hectic schedule. What surprises await you?

Warnings: None?

Posted: 12/06/2022

Tags: family au, yoongi x taehyung x reader?, hybrid au, Taegi x reader eventually, Kid!Bangtan, Kid Jimin

Fluff with some angst (because I was aiming for fluff so I got angst): 5,427

Author’s Note: This is for my @kerikaaria baby! For her birthday! Again! Yes I know it’s a day early, happy birthday anyway! Also, I have a second post for you, but this was the big one.

Jimin and Hoseok looked up at you with confused expressions.

You shook your head, having no answers for Taehyung’s behavior beyond it being Taehyung.

“I’m telling you, the angels say this is not the place for us.”

“Tae, the angels didn’t tell you that your husband would be furious about you bringing four kids home without asking, so I think the angels aren’t that reliable.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Also, we’re not so great on options, right now.”

You sighed and did another headcount. “Where’s Seokjinnie?”

His head poked up over the kitchen counters.

“Don’t climb onto the counters,” You instructed softly, grateful for his good hearing, waving him back over to the group.

Namjoon was tracing the shapes on the rug.

Jungkook was looking at Taehyung with big eyes from Yoongi’s arms.

Taehyung was gesturing around. “It’s got a bad vibe, hyung! We can’t raise our kids with such a bad vibe.”

“We’re not choosing our home based on a ‘vibe’,” Yoongi said with some exasperation.

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luciathcv · 12 days

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the final stretch - jjk

summary: the third trimester is hard, but it's all worth it in the end || warnings: idk reader is pregnant? || genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy au || word count: approximately 850

when you're in your third trimester, jungkook is extra caring

not that he isn't very caring all the other times

it's just now, he's extra about it lol

but you really love it and you really appreciate it

pregnancy was a lot, the whole pregnancy really, but especially in the third trimester

and jungkook was there for you the whole time

being pregnant caused you to swell a bit in the ankles

and so it hurt a lot for you to walk

and jungkook knew that

so he did a lot of running around for you

getting you everything you needed

going out to run errands for you guys

etcetera

"Sit down, baby. Sit down." Jungkook said as he walked you over to your guys' couch and gently sat you down.

You guys were just out at a family event that you couldn't miss, and it called for a lot of standing and walking around, which made your ankles swell up a bit as well as causing a lot of pain in your feet. Jungkook could tell you weren't exactly enjoying yourself, so he ended up getting you guys out of there a bit early.

You let out a whine as you put your legs up on the couch, your hands making their way to your belly.

"I know, I know." Jungkook said as he leaned down and moved some hair out of your face. He kissed your forehead before going to the kitchen and getting an icepack from the freezer.

He came back to you and sat by your feet, putting the icepack on your ankles, rotating it every minute or so.

he also took notice of how insecure you've gotten

you were really upset about the way you looked while pregnant

and he knew that

he felt so bad

You stood in front of the full length mirror you guys had in your bedroom. You were wearing some loose pajama pants and a tank top. You had the tank top pushed up so that you could see your belly.

Jungkook walked into the room and you looked over at him. "Y/n." He said as he walked over to you, standing behind you as he put his hands on your belly.

"Do you still think I'm pretty?" You asked him and he looked at you with wide eyes.

"Of course I do. I always will." Jungkook told you.

"Even when we're old?" You asked.

"Even when we're old." Jungkook confirmed.

You looked back at your reflection in the mirror. "My belly button is huge, my stomach itself is even bigger, my boobs hurt, my ankles are fat, my back hurts, it's too much." You complained.

"I know but it's almost over." Jungkook tries to reassure you.

"I guess so." you agreed.

"Think about it, it'll all be worth it once our baby is here." Jungkook said and you nodded, he was right.

"Yeah, I know." You said.

along with everything else, you were having the most difficult time at night

you could not sleep

it was so uncomfortable that you just couldn't sleep

Jungkook was fast asleep next to you as you lie on your bed, your hands on your stomach, and your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to sleep. You were having shut a hard time though as you were so uncomfortable. Not only were you uncomfortable but your hormones were just so all over the place that you were extra emotional. With all of that combined, you just couldn't help but start crying.

It started off quiet but then it just progressed and got worse as you started crying harder. Jungkook shot up, waking up to the sound of your sniffles and sobs.

One hand made it's way under your neck as he started gently rubbing it, while the other made it's way to your stomach, rubbing it as well.

"What's wrong?" He sleepily asked.

You sniffled as you wiped the tears from your eyes. "I can't sleep. All I want to do is sleep and I just can't." You complained, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby." Jungkook comfortingly said.

"You did this to me." You cried with a pout on your lips.

Jungkook quietly chuckled, "I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"I'm suffering while you're peacefully sleeping so don't laugh." You whined.

"If I-" Jungkook is cut off when he feels the baby kicks your stomach. You gasped as you looked down at your big stomach. "She's telling you to not be mad at me. If I'd had known you were still awake, I would've stayed up all night with you." Jungkook told you.

"I'm sorry, I'm just..." You try to find the right words.

"I know, baby. It's a lot." Jungkook said, understanding. "It'll all be worth it when our baby is here." He reminded you.

"It will." You agreed.

Jungkook then stayed up with you, doing everything in his ability to get you to fall asleep, and eventually, you did.

even though jungkook saying "it'll all be worth it" all the time was kind of annoying

it really was true

because once you birthed your baby

all of the hardships of the pregnancy were forgotten

and all you could think about was your baby

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guksauce · 2 years

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~TickledPink!~

Part Eight

Pairing: Jjk x Reader Pregnant AU

Word Count: 3,065K

Rated: M

Book Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mild Smut, Adult Language, Fluff City Bish, 18+

Author: @guksauce

Notes: Hey! Quick note before we start- In October it’ll be TWO YEARS since I posted Chapter 7. I couldn’t be more sorry to those of you who have eagerly awaited new parts to this story, to this family. I’ve promised lots to come in the past and I intend on keeping that promise. FYI: everything from here on out will be shorter and the timeline will be more drastic simply because I don’t see myself squeezing too much more out of this. I have many more projects in progress for my Taekook fans and my Yoongi Stan’s, so please look forward to that. If there are any things you’d like to see come from this story or wonder where the characters are in the future, feel free to ask questions or reach out! Thank you to those who show this story and myself, lots of love and support despite my hiatus. I hope you get out of this what you’ve been longing for! Thank you!

Tag List: @jamkookies @jk97luv @1-in-abillion @cityofdreams-writing

Today is unseasonably warm for early December. The sweater you'd chosen for today in hopes that the winter breeze would be enough to make you shiver sticks uncomfortably to your arms. It doesn't help that it's been raining since you woke up this morning. It's disgustingly humid. At fourteen weeks pregnant, after standing in front of the counter at Smoothie Central for the last 15 minutes staring up at the blackboard hanging on the wall and studying the endless list of flavors written in at least 8 different colors, you didn't think it would already be this difficult to make a decision about food. Yet, here you are, on the verge of tears because there's a note in the corner of the board that says you can combine any flavors you want and you aren't sure if you'd rather have mint chocolate chip or razzle dazzle raspberry.

Snapped out of your internal debate, you are grateful to be met with a pair of pretty honey brown eyes and chocolate cropped hair, accompanied by a smile that reminds you of Tae. “I hear the mango raspberry swirl is really wonderful.” The girl suggests, offering the tissue hanging in her hand. Sighing thankfully with a slight bow of your head, you take it.

“Do you think if I stand here long enough, someone will decide for me?” You whine, wiping away a fallen tear, the air feeling cooler and anxiety lifting as the two of you laugh together. “Thank you so much. I'm sorry for being a mess. If you're in line, please go ahead of me. I'm obviously too emotional to order a smoothie.” The same Tae-inspired smile that graces her lips says that she doesn't mind.

“You're okay! I just walked in. It's honestly enough to just be out of the heat.” Deciding for you, she steps up to the counter and orders one Mango Raspberry Swirl smoothie and you wonder what part of your messy teary-eyed existence she felt compelled to talk to. Dabbing away more tears, you begin to feel lighter.

“Thank you so much for doing this, you really didn’t have to.” You suppose the kindness of a stranger has its way of doing that but when she returns with your drink in one hand, her other dripping condensation from her Mocha Green Tea drink, you’re further surprised when she motions to a table in the corner against the window.

“I know. But! If there’s anything I've learned from teaching a classroom full of wild children is that I CANNOT imagine what it would be like to have one inside of me.” The laughter that bubbles out of you both for the next hour feels unfamiliar. Even before your life had been graced by seven amazing men, friendships of adolescent life had been nonexistent to you. Between working twelve hour shifts at the diner and a few failed attempts at emotional connections with potential partners, life had been slow. The other women at work were older than you, only working at the diner to make enough money to afford a bus ticket back to their hungry families at home. They were sweet to you but friendship? That wasn't something you'd had since Namjoon still lived there.

Three and a half months was hardly enough time to start showing but you supposed your emotional state filled that gap. But still, you were curious to see what the woman across from you had to say. “How did you know? That I'm pregnant.” A single sip of your swirled smoothie has you both melting in your chair and buzzing to life at the same time.

“There are several expecting mothers at the Kindergarten I teach at. And a few others in various trimesters in some of my lectures at the University, it's hard not to notice. I’d know a teary eyed mother anywhere.” It's beyond endearing, the way she tilts her head when she's talking. The accent lingering on her tongue comes through a little rougher than she probably realizes but you can tell she's working hard to perfect her Korean. Through your admiration, you shoot a hand in her direction. “I'm Y/n by the way. It’s lovely to meet you.” Her response is just as adoring as she grips your hand firmly into her own. It's soft and you find yourself oddly connected to her. “I'm Jojo. You too.”

The entire afternoon is filled with effortless chatter. Jojo tells you she's from Albania and is here to study at Seoul National University, majoring in philosophy with a minor in English where she uses the skill to teach Kindergarteners to speak fluently. She tells you she lives just a couple blocks from here and has a side job at a coffee shop that you're sure you recognize as Namjoon's favorite. You wonder if they've ever spoken to each other before and realize just how small the world is.

The longer you sit together in front of the rain-streaked window and chat like two elderly women in a hair salon, the easier it gets to dive deeper into each other’s worlds. You’re fascinated by her ability to soak up knowledge and you quickly become comfortable with this quirky, straightforward, and boyish side to her. Jokes come flying from her lips and you can't remember when the last time was that you had laughed quite this hard. It was enthralling to say the least. She reminded you of Namjoon for that very reason. You wanted to take Jojo home with you to meet the guys right away, and you felt silly for thinking like one of her students on show-and-tell day, but you didn't care. This was the first thing you'd truly done on your own since you arrived in Seoul. However, you weren't sure if it was even allowed, or if Jojo would be interested in something like that. So, you settle for taking her number and promise her, under the cover of matching black umbrellas and unforgiving gray skies, that you'll give her a call tomorrow, parting ways with the new friend you’d just made. The tears you’d cried earlier were long since forgotten and the day was brighter despite its angry state, now filled with fresh blended berries and laughter. You couldn't wait to see the boys; entering the house with such force that Jin, from his lazy position on the couch, jumps at least a foot and a half and yells a short string of obscenities before realizing it’s you.

“Jesus Christ Y/n! You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing barging in here like that you little demon.” It's hard to be sorry when you're doubled over with laughter, all but cackling, your knees threatening to give out underneath you. Jin can’t hold back his laughter either, chuckling heavily as he watches a side of you unfold that he's never had the pleasure of witnessing before. Watching your small hand caress the beginning of your tiny baby bump, he remembers the sweet girl Namjoon grew up with. This same sweet girl he’d heard in many calls, seen in many facetimes, and had been told countless stories about. Jin hadn’t had much time with you since your arrival in their home, but your calm demeanor blended well with the rest of his members and he was happy to have you there regardless of everyone else’s opinion. You’d quickly become somewhat of a little sister to him through the eyes of his best friend over the years and he was going to make certain that you had men in your life that would protect you and care for you. And he was going to start right now with a little bit of food bribery. Standing from the couch, his mind shot straight to food, thinking it a surefire way to spend the start of the evening with you.

“Come on. I was about to make some ramen. Are you hungry?” Looking after him fondly, you smiled at the brother you wished you'd had. Tall and kind, he was the brother you’d imagined would spontaneously make you ramen just in time to spoil whatever dinner may have come shortly after. Eagerly, you hopped onto the stool at the island and laced your hands together in front of you with mock patience. “Yes, please.”

By the time evening rolled around, the sun had sunk far beneath the horizon and was replaced by the face of the moon. The temperature had dropped significantly and the rain had subsided. Once again the group had piled into the living room in front of the roaring fireplace when the shrill ring of Namjoons phone broke through the light chatter they shared. “Hello?” Joon greets sleepily.

Behind you, laying on the floor, Jungkook reaches a hand up to rub softly at your back when your cross-legged position between him and Tae proves itself to be rather uncomfortable. You bend this way and that, and give up when the pain in your back seems to worsen. Switching to a more comfortable position on your side in front of him, you play idly with the tassels hanging from Tae’s sweater. If it hadn’t been for the unhappy and knowing glances Joon kept shooting you, you would have cuddled back against the sleepy bunny behind you already, your own eyes getting more and more droopy with every passing minute. The guilt bubbling in your stomach keeps you where you are but it doesn’t stop Jungkook from running the backs of his fingers up and down your spine.

“Three days!? How did-” Namjoon all but shouts, accidentally knocking Hobi and Jin off of his shoulders when he sits up bone straight in response to whatever news he receives. “No. Of course not! But-” Whatever the news is, Joons mix of emotions makes everyone a little more on edge. Especially Jimin, who had been curled up on Yoongi’s lap resting his eyes, was now sitting up and concerned for the seriousness of the conversation taking place.

“Yes, Sir.” Namjoon stated, a small smile forming on his lips, the initial shock dissipating. In place of the shock, Joon rockets out of his spot and leaps into the air like a popped kernel and screams, “WE’RE GOING ON A WORLD TOUR!” Simultaneously each of the members shoot up the same as Joon had, all of them creating a single bag of combusting corn, popping up to hug each other tight. Everyone except...you. Watching them huddle together and cheer happily of course makes your heart thrum excitedly, but a tour means...they’ll be gone. For how long?

Sneaking away to the kitchen, you do everything you can not to let your pregnant hormonal emotions ruin this moment for them. You can hear them going crazy in the living room, even Yoongi who happily sings out a similar goal chant to the one you’ve heard them shout out before while watching pro-soccer games on TV. Amongst it all, Jimin suggests that they go out on the town tonight before they have to leave in 3 days and your heart beats a little harder in your ears, stinging hot tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Hurriedly, you grab a glass from the cabinet with shaky hands and fill it with cold water from the faucet to the brim before chugging it down. It doesn't help, no matter how bad you want it to. The house is going to be empty. There will be no one. Just me behind these locked doors? What if someone gets in? The boys’ voices rawr through the house, their happiness filling it so completely as they shoot off in different directions violently to get themselves ready, that your emotions are being roughly tugged through the layers of trauma you'd worked so hard to forget.

“Y/n?” You almost don't hear Kook when he calls out to you. It feels like your entire being is just flooding with water over your head and you're starting to drown. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Chest heaving and throat closing, you turn with your hands crossed over your chest to the man of your dreams, embarrassment swirling into the concoction of emotions you’ve already created in your mind. It overwhelms you, swallows you further under the water and finally a thick sob spills out of you allowing you to breathe again. Jungkook closes the distance between the two of you faster than he can say your name again, securing an arm around your waist and the other rubbing between your shoulder blades. “Y/n…”

“I don't want to be alone, Jungkook. I can’t be without you. Can’t be without them.” You sob into his black shirt balled up in your white-knuckled fists. It reminds you of the morning they’d picked you up from your car. Jungkook had held you as tight as he could all the way to the hospital, swearing to you and whoever else was listening that he’d never let you go. You’d found a love from him you never thought you would. This time though, there was nothing Jungkook could say to make you feel better. Instead he let you cry in his arms, feeling helpless and prayed that an answer would come to mind.

Faced with the inevitable truth of having to leave you here by yourself, miss you, and miss out on watching the child in your stomach grow each day, produces his own salted tears. Despite having only heard the news not even a whole five minutes ago, he already misses you more than he can figure out how to say right now. Carefully, he scoops an arm under the bend of your knees and lifts, carrying you to your bedroom like a bride. Jungkook’s heart breaks when he curls up behind you in an attempt to comfort, but your face is covered with your pretty hands and your body shutters with another wave of sobs.

“Shhh...y/n, it's alright…” He coo’s into your hair, his lips leaving soft loving kisses into your temple that magically softens the beat of your heart. You press your back against his chest as firmly as you can, willing your heart to match his in speed and rhythm, doing your best to get your breathing under control once your mind stops trying to drown you. Jungkook takes one of your hands in his and presses it against your chest with his over top, breathing deeply in through his nose and releases out through his mouth for you to follow. “Breathe with me baby, come on.” He instructs softly and you do, your throat finally releasing the air stuck in the pit of your stomach with a gasp, fighting the hiccuped sobs that try to steal your progress. “Good love. It’s alright. I'm here.” The panic crushing your insides washes away. Clenched, aching muscles relax and you go limp against the man holding you close. He’s warm and smells like the peaches the two of you shared for dessert tonight and you can't imagine even for one second being without him.

Jungkook doesn't move a muscle. His achy arm trapped under you begs to be set free and the hand pressed to yours’ tingles from being in the same position for far too long, but he doesn't move. “I promise I won't leave your side tomorrow. We’re going to spend all day together and we can do anything you want, okay?” Its pitch black in your room, only the faintest glow of a street lamp on the corner can be seen through your closed blinds but you nod anyway because you know if you try to speak you might spiral again. And he understands, and doesn't move a muscle until he knows you're asleep.

~Jungkook POV~

Before he decides he can face the guys again without shedding another tear, Jungkook leans frozen against your doorframe. It's cold and his skin is pulled so tight with goosebumps it's almost painful, but he endures it. For you. He watches you, eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding him, making sure you're breathing okay before he reminds himself he's supposed to be celebrating tonight. It doesn't take him long. He doesn't try as hard as the others to fancy himself up this time. A simple pair of black jeans topped by an equally as black turtleneck sweater under his favorite leather jacket and a light scrunching of his long hair and he's ready to go. But he doesn't want to. He knows you're fast asleep in your bed just across the hall and he wants so badly to strip himself of these clothes and sleep next to you forever.

Kook stays quiet in the car the entire duration of the ride and orders water once they are seated at the bar, taking the stool on the very end to keep himself from having to force conversation with the others. Although, his behavior doesn't go unnoticed by Jimin who’d heard Y/n’s cries from her room and Jungkook's comforting voice following after.

“How’s Y/n?” Jimin asked and pressed his beer bottle to his lips, trying to suck down the negative energy with the alcohol inside. Water in hand, Jungkook never once takes a sip, forgetting the frigid glass is even there as he watches the condensation crawl agonizingly slow to the bottom of the class and answers. “Devastated.” Jimin see’s the flash of hurt behind Jungkook's eyes and realizes just how in love with you he is. Just how in love with his job he is. Fortunately, none of the rest of them had been faced with the idea of having to choose one or the other but Jimin does his best to empathize with his younger brother.

“You know, if it weren't for the pregnancy, she could come with us. So, what's not to say she and the baby won't come with us next time? Who knows if we’ll even get another opportunity like this.” Jimins right, and just imagining bringing you and hopefully your already born child on the next trip to see how much Kook loves his occupation makes him feel ten times better. Reaching up to rest a hand on Jimin's shoulder, Jungkook gives him a look of gratitude and squeezes before turning to the bartender.

“Give me a beer! And a shot of whiskey for my 6 brothers.”

Part Seven

Master List

Part Nine

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